bits and pieces Saturday night

library desk

In bed, I was catching up on my Facebook page when a like and a comment appeared on one of my posts. It was from Mr FD. He was lying in bed beside me. Every bit the modern couple!

Petite Fille and her parents are safely ensconced in the spare bedrooms. A  family friend gave Petite Fille a Barbie airplane that his daughters had outgrown. I didn’t even know Barbie had a plane, but of course she would.

It is our opinion that it is perfectly created to for Barbie to play the air hostess, not the pilot. Not in our house! Luckily, Petite Fille is too young for barbie dolls, so Mr Bump, Surfing Snoopy, and a rag teddy crib toy have turns as the pilot, or the passenger. Then there are the assorted farms animals that hitch a ride from time to time. Equal opportunity air travel.

The first of week of school behind us, and I am yet to be able to claim my library back as a library. It has been used for laptop handout and student I.D photos, simultaneously, which resulted in trying to herd some two hundred students through the library at the same time. Brown’s cows would have lined up more cooperatively. They just seemed to find the concept of standing without lounging over everything, and moving in some sort of order as an impossibility. Mix that with the fact that we must be the only library in Australia without air conditioning, because the previous Principal couldn’t balance the books, and you can no doubt form an image of how the week went.

Back in the day, if we had to line up, it was with almost military precision. I have memories of having to be an arm’s length from each other, and we did measure it with an outstretched arm, and heaven forbid if we spoke when told not too. It was the era of the cane and corporal punishment of course. That was too much, but it seems to have swung too far the other way, and we are dealing with rude and self centred young beings who can recite their rights with no concept that anyone else has rights. Not all of them of course, but more than society needs, I feel.

I don’t blame the kids, it is the parenting that has failed. If they aren’t taught respect in the home, there will be no respect for anything or anyone. One day of school and the grounds were covered in rubbish. There must be a rubbish bin every thirty feet if not closer and yet they just litter the ground.

Respect for self and the environment is our ongoing theme, but sometimes it feels like we are making no difference at all. I guess we can only keep trying.

I didn’t mean to turn this in to a diatribe or a rant. I will blame it on my tiredness. Or my evilosity; it must out from time to time. Sanity control.

 

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “bits and pieces Saturday night

  1. I’m so with you on this. Respect does start in the home and is the fundamental need if we’re going to pass on the right attitude to our kids and have a decent society. I just wish everyone else felt the same.

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  2. I’ve just become a grandparent, or did a year ago, and I’ve started to think more about the world after I’m gone now. However, as you know we don’t just learn in the home but out at school, from the media and our friends, and if the values espoused in those different forms are at variance with each other our children and grandchildren will always end up with mixed messages. OK, you’ve got me ranting now so I’d better shut up 🙂

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  3. When I was working in general education, I had to do cafeteria duty while our class was at lunch. On a couple of occasions, a student would spill his milk all over the table, and I would tell him to clean it up. He would sit there, gormless, until I handed him a paper towel; if he had any sort of brains at all, he might place the towel on top of the spill, but made no attempt to wipe it up until I yelled at him. After seeing this occur several times, I realized these students didn’t know how to clean up: they were so used to their parents cleaning up after them, they didn’t even know how to wipe up a spill. The teacher I worked with remarked, “That’s a parenting choice.” Which is what I see every day at our school: litter on the playground and in the cafeteria, the classroom floor covered in pencil shavings, candy wrappers (candy! in the classroom!) and broken crayons. One can only imagine what their homes look like, unless their mothers spend their days cleaning up after their slacker progeny.

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    • Our school wouldn’t settle for the parent choice at school. We would teach them that every environment or community runs to different expectations. And so on Monday their break will be shortened and they will all pick up their mess!

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